She looked dead into my eyes and said, “I know you’re not a sincere girl. You’ve definitely got some here. Go get it. I want to get drunk!” I ...ad never seen her like this, and it was a little surprising for me. But I did as she asked and got some beers for us.We started drinking, and boy, could she take a drink. She was downing bottles, and I was a little worried for her. She got really drunk and put on some music and started dancing crazily. She pulled me up and asked me to join her. It was. He continued to use his finger and his tongue on the labia lips and watched her squirm with every touch. He eventually worked his tongue up to the hood that covered her clit, and gently lifted it. He then laved and tickled her, and decided to add a little spice to the action. He inched his index finger into her slit, still licking her clit. He began to play with her pussy by forcing his finger in and out of her hot, wet sex hole, while still eating her pussy and clit. He was sending waves of. Could this huge slug of a man behaving an affair with his wife? Was it possible? He hadto know.After a suitable wait, Norman slipped out of his car andwalked down the pathway on the side of Big Bob’s houseto the gate. It was closed with a simple garden latchattached to a pull string. Quietly he crept around tothe back bedroom window. The blinds were shut tight, butthe window was slightly open. He could hear his wife.“Ooh, I’ve missed you,” Audrey sighed.There was a. "Oh." Julia sounded unimpressed. Julia flipped a few more pages. "You read these regularly?" She inquired. "Oh, not frequently, just ... once in a while." David smiled sheepishly. "Now I know where men don't get their unrealistic expectations about feminine beauty from." She remarked, as if to herself, as she went through the final pages of the magazine and tossed it back on to the bed. David looked at her inquiringly. "Nothing", she laughed. "Just that my ex-boyfriend was never really happy.